Look! The afternoon sun sets,
And black, leafless trees throw
Their shadowy reflections into the lake.
Like skeletons they dance and move
As the wind gently teases the water.
Now, trembling they stretch their arms.
See across the dancing water.
Two small blue kingfishers sit
Discussing fishing tactics.
Wisps of cloud float across the
Fast fading, darkening, evening sky,
Settling over the moors and rooftops.
Goodnight Sunday . . . .
I enjoyed your company.
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* Published in 2010 - Chosen by teachers and children in Yorkshire.